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"Don't act like you didn't know that would happen." I chastised Leo, who was sitting on our make-shift cot, in my lab, and occasionally the infirmary, for times like these.

Once Mike finally came out of his red-rage, I was relieved, it was all over. Or so I thought. When Mikey "woke up", Raph did something I would have never expected. He hugged Mikey. Raphael Hamato hugged Michelangelo Hamato. He kept comforting him, and finally picked him up off the ground, and they went to his room. I'm pretty sure they went on a walk in the sewers, maybe topside. I wouldn't know, for I was busy in my lab, repairing the broken Leo.

Once I had gotten over my astonishment, I looked to Leo. The dude wasn't looking to good. Awful, in fact. Gosh, I had known this was going to happen before it even started. I wish I had taken bigger steps to stop this, but I feel as though if that happened, I would have been the one laying on the ground, half conscious and bloody.

Being the doctor of the house, or lair, I went over and picked Leo up off the cold, hard, unforgiving concrete. With his arm slung over my shoulder, I walked/dragged him over to my lab, so he could get the medical attention he obviously needed.

As I turned around from my sink, with a warm washcloth in my hand, I saw that the great Leonardo was finally becoming aware of his surroundings. He started blinking his eyes, and I saw his left hand start to reach for his damaged face.

"Hey, hey, hey! Stop right there buddy," I ran over and gently grabbed his hand to stop him from touching his tender head, "trust me, you don't want to feel that right now."

"Mmmhhggh" was his response. I think translation for that would either be, "What happened?" or "Who hit me with a sack of bricks?" 50/50.

"Remember? Our dear little brother beat the shit out of you. Ring a bell?" I tried to lighten the mood with some dark humor, but I wasn't too sure Leo was quite feelin' it at that moment.

As I spoke those words, Leo's brown eyes widened, remembering what happened a good ten minutes ago, "Oh God…."

"Don't act like you didn't know that would happen." I chastised. We were all full aware of Mikey's umm… "temper". It honestly didn't ever get out of control. The only time I actually remember it happening was when either Mikey bottled up his feelings, one of us went too far, or someone threatened to hurt us. We all knew of it, but we weren't always cautious of it, since it was so rare. But in those rare times, the result was always bad.

I started to wipe the dripping blood of his face, staining my white cloth. "You're an idiot." I say.

"Yeah… I know." But only then, do I realize, that maybe he didn't. Leo's been in a damn jungle for the past two years, I wouldn't be surprised if he had forgotten small things about his family. Now, I'm not feeling sorry for the guy, definitely not. He wasn't even supposed to be there for that long, that was all his choice. His stupid freaking choice.

"Did it ever occur to you, somewhere in that time, what would happen if you sent him over the edge?" I myself started to realize what Leo had really done! He called Mikey a liability. That's that golden word for, 'Get lost, we don't need you anymore.'

"I didn't know that Mikey was so upset! I was just trying to help you guys improve."

"By saying we were slacking, and that Michelangelo was bringing the team down? Great tactic."

"Donnie, I already know what I did, you don't need to remind me. And honestly, I don't think I'm the total bad guy in this one! Don't give me that look, aren't I the one on this medical table?!"

"But think of the reason your on this medical table, Leo. What happened? I'm going to be honest here, you're probably the most level-headed out of all of us, yet whenever you and Mikey butt heads, it's like World War III. But this? This is going to far. You practically said we didn't need Mikey in this team anymore. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, Donatello! God, I didn't think it would go so far! I was done with all of you pretending that we were in tip top shape! If we are attacked right now, no way we would be able to hold up, I think both you and I know that. You guys know you've been slacking, not my fault Mikey couldn't see that!"

"Damn it, Leo!" I yelled, backing up from his face, throwing the towel down, "You can't just push him like that! We all know this. Even if he didn't have that temper, you don't call your brother a liability. That's crossing the line Leo. He isn't a liability either, far from it. You know what he did for us when you were gone, Leo?! You don't the half of what went on when you were gone! Don't try and say he jeopardizes our missions either, because even you know that's bullshit." I had had it with him. I love my brother, but sometimes it takes a little for him to see what's going on.

"Mikey is a six-year old stuck in a 18-year old's body. You guys need to stop treating him like a baby! It's not helping him."

"Treating him like a baby? What are you talking about? He's a six-year old because he can keep a smile on his face? Mikey may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, and he may be immature sometimes, but he doesn't bring this team down. He keeps us going. We all have our faults. Raph has a temper, I get distracted too easily, and you Leo? You don't even know your own team." I end with a scowl. I pick the towel back up and wipe the rest of the blood off his face.

"I don't know my own team? I think I know my family, Donatello."

"Do you? Because it seems in those two years you were gone, you left behind sixteen years of memories as well."

"What is that supposed to mean? That I no longer am close with any of you guys? That I barely know you? I know your guys' biggest fears, your biggest dreams, your faults, your strengths, how you think, how you fight, everything! I care endlessly for all of you! Is this really all about Mikey?"

"Of course not, Leonardo! It never was! This is about how ever since you came back, nothing's been the same. When's the last time any of us have been together, as just brothers? Raph's always with Casey, fighting goons in the streets. You're always training in the dojo, running on rooftops, or meditating by yourself. I'm always holed up in my lab, inventing and helping idiots trying to fix their computers. And Mikey? Mikey's probably the only one trying to patch us back together, he'll probably have to pick his job back up soon. I'm surprised he didn't blow up earlier, actually."

"Are you trying to say this is my fault? It may be my fault that I didn't come back when I was needed, and I'm sorry, but you know what I'm not responsible for?! Our torn family. It's not my fault that everyone seems to think I've changed, like I'm no longer your older brother! As though I wasn't the one that protected you guys from the monsters that crept in the shadows, or comforted you after nightmares, or picked you all up when you fell down! What the hell happened to those years, Donatello?! Don't tell me that I've 'lost' sixteen years of my life, just because two of them were spent away from you."

"Then tell me this, Leonardo. Why do I feel as though the brother that left two years ago, came back a stranger."

Those were my final words to him. It shut him up for the rest of the time that I patched up his booboos. He had a slight fracture in his snout, as well in his bottom, left rib, but I couldn't put a cast around them. I bandaged his knuckles, as well as the lacerations on his face. I stitched up a long cut on the side of his head, gave him ice for the bruises, and pain medication for the fractures that I wasn't able to cast. Told him that he had a slight concussion, so no serious activities for about a week.

After all that, I sent the stranger, that was once my brother, out my door.

A/N: This one was, obviously, in Don's P.O.V., because I thought he was really neglected in my first chapter. Leo is still acting like a bit of an a-hole, and I'm really sorry! I just needed it, to work. There will be another chapter after this, focusing on what happened after with Mike and Raph. Again, you guys thank you so much to the reviews, favorites, and follows, they mean more than anything to me. Hopefully you liked this one, thank you! Please review, love you guys!

-ThirteenColonies